tumbles in the back door,
Wooden screen door slamming.
Just learning the language, he stumbles out with
“Guess what, Mommy… Guess what!?”
And grace happens there.
smiles, looks up, puts down pen,
Spoon, telephone receiver, perhaps computer mouse.
And births a storyteller,
Right there in the kitchen in his third June,
With her simple waiting word--
joy of knock-knock jokes at five.
How two such simple words can make adults
Stop. Look. Wait.
It is power, not lost on small souls.
Even if there is no punchline.
grows, slowly, into a storyteller:
A good Salesman, a Preacher, a Professor.
He has learned to expect,
Just often enough,
His lover at the door with the delicious opening,
is all round and warm and welcoming,
after hearing Grace Paley